When the punch was struck with a huge flaming light, like a golden crow descending, Fengxu expressionlessly covered his eyeballs that were dancing wildly in his eye sockets.
Before the fist came, the clothes on his back quickly curled up and burned, exposing the pale and bloodless skin on his back.
But before he turned around to face the punch, a powerful aura suddenly erupted from his body.
A huge fist covered in flames struck between his back.
Just like a meteorite hitting the majestic mountains, the fire exploded into a ball and raging fire exploded in all directions.
Fengxu's body did not move at all when he landed on the ground, but the ground beneath his feet suddenly collapsed and sunk into a terrifying circular pit with a diameter of tens of meters. Ground fire continued to burst into flames in the pit.
He stood in the huge pit with his body slightly bent, and the huge fire fist that landed on his back did not leave.
From a distance, he looked like he was carrying a huge fist like a mountain, with blazing fire burning on his back.
But at this moment, Fengxu exploded with extremely terrifying physical strength.
Except for the clothes on the back that were burned to ashes, not to mention the skin, not even a single hair was burned.
He covered his left pupil with both hands until the eyeball completely calmed down in the socket, and then he left his face with both hands.
The fist falling on the back trembled slightly, and the god in the fire let out a thrilling roar.
He retracted his fist a little, and then countless more explosive and raging flames began to condense on his fist, and he punched him on the back again!
Fengxu turned around with a big stride, stretched out his left hand and raised it gently.
A sharp nail quickly extended from the index finger, like a slender sword, and struck towards the blazing fist.
The fist that hit straight down suddenly tilted down and hit the air into the huge circular pit.
A deep, muffled sound of thunder came from the depths of the earth, and then the earth quickly cracked from the edge of the circular pit.
Fierce fire spurted out from the gaps, like pillars of divine fire, rushing up into the clouds.
The Great Sun Flame God groaned, and a shocking trace of scarlet blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Before it even hit the ground, the blood beads turned into bright fire and burned.
Fengxu sneered, and with a slight wave of the long and narrow nails pressed between his wrists, he cut off the fist of the Great Sun Flame God to the wrist.
The huge fist fell to the ground and turned into a sea of fire again.
Fengxu stood in the blazing sea of fire, and the surrounding fire did not dare to get close to him.
When he raised his slightly burnt nails and put them against the forehead of Da Ri, there was a cold smile on his face:
"The Great Sun Flame God summoned from the Scepter of Self-Judgment is certainly terrifying, but it's a pity that you are not very lucky.
It is now the coldest winter in the world, and we are located in a land of rolling snowy mountains. The sun has set and the sky has entered a vast and cold night.
Even though your flames are endless, you cannot summon the true fire of the sun that can truly shake my body.
What a mistake, Mr. Tan Guang. I used two royal corpse beads to transform myself into a demon, but in the end I did not really die. I received the gift of a promise from the corpse demon.
In a sense, I am half immortal and half demon, so the lethality of your flames will be greatly reduced for me..."
He smiled softly, and under the trembling gaze of the sun, the slender nails were inserted into his eyebrows inch by inch.
The huge god's body floated lightly under one of his fingers, and then exploded in the air!
"Poof!!!" The summoned immortal soul died completely, which also caused huge backlash injuries to Tan Guangjun.
At the moment when the sun disappeared, Tan Guangjun felt that his head was split open by an invisible axe.
The pain made him almost suffocate and faint.
He held the scepter and relied on the mountain wall to prevent himself from slipping down in embarrassment. He was panting heavily and his face was as pale as paper.
The Great Sun Flame God is a rare and powerful immortal soul among the scepters of judgment, but in the hands of the fallen immortal Fengxu, he could not even withstand two blows.
Although it has been recorded in ancient texts, the strength and power of immortals who fall from demons are multiplied, and they possess the power of both immortals and demons. Their weaknesses are minimal and extremely difficult to eradicate.
But only after seeing it with his own eyes today, Tan Guangjun didn't know that an immortal of Jinxian's level could be so terrifying after falling into a demon, that it would make people so desperate?
The God of Fire who was able to suppress the power of his Corpse Pearl has been killed.
Fengxu is familiar with the immortal scriptures from ancient times to the present. He possesses the supernatural powers of immortals and the terrifying body of the corpse demon.
The Royal Corpse Bead is an existence that transcends life and death. Even if he is defeated temporarily, he can continue to be reborn and resurrected.
Tan Guangjun couldn't imagine what kind of means and strength could be used to kill him completely.
Should we just flee, take His Majesty back to heaven, and report this matter to the Emperor?
He is definitely not able to deal with a monster of this level...
Confusing thoughts were swirling in my heart.
A breeze blew by my ears.
Immediately afterwards, under Tan Guangjun's stiff gaze, a figure swept out.
After witnessing the terror and power of Fengxu, the momentum of the young corpse demon increased instead of decreasing, and he couldn't restrain his trembling body and started running in the snow.
Balian's figure strode through the wind and snow, looking very light.
But every time his toes touched the ground, the ground rumbled like a huge war drum.
The snow in the distant mountains is rolling down, as if it is bearing an unusually heavy weight in this mountain, river, world.
The earth shook and the wind and snow fell!
The raging fire transformed from the broken body of the Great Sun Flame God was cut across by Balian with the Tiance Junshan Sword in his hand.
The fire stains the edge but does not go out. Instead, it clings to the edge of the sword and dyes the entire sword body with a large area of blazing flames.
With every step Balian took, the remains of the gods that withered and were left on the earth were shaken to leap high.
While running back and forth, every time Balian swung his sword, he did not hit Fengxu.
However, the flames of the god's remains that were supposed to wither gradually suddenly became stronger, as if some kind of consciousness had been awakened.
Balian seemed to be collecting half of the wreckage, and the sword cut through the wreckage.
The victorious flames touched the edge of the sword in his hand, and the momentum surged and then quickly subsided, as if the power had been absorbed by the mortal heavy sword.
Fengxu seemed to understand what Balian was going to do, and his eyes were deeply focused, with a pair of blood-red eyes staring intently at the figure of Zhan Yan that was constantly moving through the wind and snow.
Soon, the pores of Balian's body opened, and blood like Tan Guangjun was sucked out of the body uncontrollably, turning into a puff of blood mist and floating in his direction.
Balian's movement through the mountain snow was slow for a moment, and he held the sword with one hand instead.
He opened his left hand, and the blood mist sucked out of the body instantly turned into a cold blood gun.
He turned the blood gun and raised a handful of flames. The flames were particularly excited and sensitive to the blood of the corpse demon. In an instant, the entire blood gun burned.
The palm holding the tail of the gun was gently rubbed, and the palm split open, and a wisp of purple blood overflowed and blended into the flame gun silently.
Then he raised his arms, and the flame spear roared out, the air waves rolled wildly, and made a shrill scream in the wind.
Fengxu sneered disdainfully at the flaming spear that shot towards him:
"These are all useless efforts. I really think I am afraid that the corpse of the deceased god will be destroyed."
As if to show his strength, he did not hide or dodge, and even opened his fanged mouth to face the flaming spear wrapped in the hurricane.
Trying to swallow the fire and blood into his belly.
Looking at the fallen immortal Fengxu who was so conceited after newly gaining mysterious power, the corners of Balian's lips slowly raised.
“Pfft!!!!!”
A clear voice penetrated the head, and scarlet blood mixed with white brain flowers splashed diagonally on the ground.
Strange...strange?
Fengxu stumbled back two steps, his eyes wide open with ferocious shock, full of disbelief.
He raised his hands feebly, and his eyes moved stiffly downward, looking at the flame spear that penetrated from his mouth and came out of his brain.
The severe pain was then transmitted to the brain belatedly.
why why why!
The power of his blood can penetrate his body!
It is clear that the person with whom he has the irreversible power of blood suppression is the one who possesses two royal corpse beads!
"Lord Fengxu, have you forgotten..."
The Tiance Junshan Sword in Balian's hand slashed through the remains of the Great Sun Flame God in a very short time.
The flames that were originally burning all over the mountains and the sky converged on his sword, but only a faint layer of golden flame was attached to it, burning slowly on the edge of the sword.
The golden flames were like flowing paintings, igniting an unfinished faint inscription under the sword grid, converging into a thin golden line that slowly flowed across the entire sword body.
Balian held the sword and approached Fengxu step by step. His body was still trembling, but he had a fearless smile on his face:
"In addition to being a corpse demon, I am also the Crown Prince of the Zhongyou Dynasty..."
"It seems that Master Fengxu is familiar with countless Taoist scriptures, but he doesn't know much about my Zhongyou's deceitful Taoist techniques.
When it comes to bloodline lords, the purple blood of my great emperor is not something you can swallow whenever you want."
The Purple Blood of the Great Emperor controls trillions of dead spirits. This spirit also includes gods.
The flames formed by the remains of the god, with the blessing of the purple blood, can be strengthened a hundred times in an instant!
Although the wind and snow are blowing heavily at the moment, there is no sun or sky.
But the flames blessed by purple blood can really hurt Fengxu.
Although Fengxu, whose face was completely penetrated, was not dead, his body began to continuously emit fire particles like fireworks.
He roared angrily, crushing the flame spear with both hands, and the bloody hole in his mouth could even be seen swaying in the wind and snow behind him.
When he was a Golden Immortal, he was pressed hard by Baili'an step by step. However, he willingly degenerated into a demon, his cultivation level increased greatly, and he was suppressed by his bloodline, so he could still be hurt by him.
How could he not hate or be angry!
His eyes trembled, and Balian's figure was clearly reflected in one pupil, and then the scene inside quickly changed.
Eye Killing Technique!
Balian frowned, and the left hand that threw the gun was suddenly twisted by a terrifying force.
With a click, his left hand twisted and bent in a strange arc.
However, it was obvious that the blow just now slowed down Fengxu's movements, giving Bailian enough time to react.
He dodged sideways and pulled out a ghost-like afterimage in the space.
The next moment, his sword came to Fengxu.
Bailian's sword was very fast, and Fengxu's unique resilience of the zombie demon was extremely terrifying. The blood hole that penetrated his head healed in an instant.
Except that his face looked a little pale, it was difficult to tell that he had just suffered such serious injuries.
His head was penetrated, and even Taoist immortals like Tan Guangjun did not dare to claim that he could survive.
Regarding the sword struck by Balian, Fengxu's whole body's spiritual power mixed with this dark power poured into his arm.
He raised his arm with a solemn look and swung directly to meet the sword blade.
A simple waving of an arm caused the energy between heaven and earth to suddenly become chaotic and violent, and a strong wind blew up.
Bailian's silhouette, which was as fast as an afterimage, suddenly froze in the wind and snow, and his movements became clearly visible.
The lightly burning Tiance Junshan sword's golden flames flourished, and the sword energy rose like fireworks, turning into a pair of fire wings that rose from the sword.
This is exactly Xihe’s unique skill, the Golden Crow Sword of the Great Sun!
Used in conjunction with the flames of the Flame God's remains, the power becomes even more deadly and dangerous.
Bailian, who was frozen in mid-air, suddenly accelerated several times faster. This time, he couldn't even catch the afterimage.
Fengxu's arm failed to deflect his sword, but instead a sharp bloody gash was cut between his arms.
He was never given a chance to react.
Balian's afterimages continued, and countless sharp golden sword shadows appeared in the space.
Every time a sword shadow falls, there will be an additional wound on Fengxu's body.
"Chi! Chi! Chi!"
Tan Guangjun, whose body was stiff, couldn't see Balian's movement at all. He could only hear the smooth sound like a thin knife cutting fish flesh, constantly echoing in the world.
Every wound cut by his sword could not heal itself, and the wounds burned with golden flames.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! From a distance, the Fengxu body of the Fallen Immortal looks like a beautifully sliced squirrel mandarin fish by a chef with excellent knife skills.
The skin and flesh on his body loosely bloomed into bloody flowers.
Cruel and beautiful.
"Ding!"
Finally, Fengxu used his own sword to deflect Bailian's sword.
Bailian did a backflip and flew backwards far away to release his breath. When he landed, he seemed to be exhausted and unsteady. He knelt down on one knee and slid across the ground for a long distance.
The blood droplets mixed with the fire, rolled down and splashed to the ground.
He looked at Balian with a stern look, his eyes extremely sinister.
Another sword skill he had never seen before.
Weird movement skills, weird sword.
The sword that cannot possess spirits was able to successfully possess the spirit of the gods through the flames of the remains of the gods.
This madman!
The road has order, and the way of heaven has rules!
All spirit-attached weapons are engraved on the soul of the demon clan.
How dare he be so bold as to use the soul of a god to sacrifice the sword!
But at this moment, the sword in this boy's hand that should be classified as a mortal weapon, possessed by a god, is actually capable of truly killing gods!
Crazy! What a crazy person!
The forger who forged this sword was also a madman!
I wonder if there is any weapon master in the world who dares to forge such an unparalleled sword with the consciousness of killing gods!
Obviously, the continuous and uninterrupted sword skills that can break Fengxu's body take a huge toll on Balian.
Under the pressure of Fengxu's bloodline, he kept breathing heavily, the corpse beads at his heart were vibrating at a high frequency, as if his heart was to be torn into pieces, and his body was shaking as if all the bones in his body might fall apart at any time.
But the moment he stood up with his sword in hand, the golden sword pattern on the sword shone brightly.
At the same time, a tall and majestic God of Fire stood up slowly from behind him, opened his eyes at the same time as him, and stared deeply at the fallen immortal Fengxu. If you like Long Night Walk, please collect it: (www
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